Class has been cancelled for the week. That means no progress; a protracted and unfortunate experience.
I can give up quite easily, but I don't want to. To what benefit? I need something solid for my Hereafter. It's not as if I've got a wardrobe stacked with good deeds.
The best of creation are those who possess knowledge and act upon it. Why would I ever want to give up on that?
Sigh. It's pitiful, really. Vacillations over such affairs, that is. Not that I haven't made up my mind with memorising the Book of Allah, but just... am I really certain that I am capable?
I don't want to be of those who bear regret on the day of judgement. As a representative case, take 89:24 as a pivotal example:
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See the regret? I wish... I don't want to wish. I don't want to be from amongst those who will be wishing when it's too late. I'm going to do it. I will do it. Resilience, they say. By the Will of Allah, I have enough of that until I see this to the end.
